Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,While it's dressed up in fancy words, even someone like old Jack, who hasn't read much, knows that those smokestacks spew out the sweat and blood of the poor.,"Good morning!" he greeted the portly man behind the counter.。